
Each morning, I opened the post of the next poet contributing, so exciting! Here is the complete poem, a celebration of sorts, of the feelings of the writing process. I believe I would use it for older students to see what metaphor they might use when crafting poems about their own work. It was a marvelous experience, and I thank Irene for the idea, and fellow writers for their expertise! You can see who wrote each line at the bottom of the page!
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P.T. BARNUM'S GREAT TRAVELING MUSEUM, MENAGERIE, CARAVAN, AND HIPPODROME
by Thirty Poets in the Kidlitosphere
by Thirty Poets in the Kidlitosphere
When you listen to your footsteps
the words become music and
the rhythm that you’re rapping gets your fingers tapping, too.
Your pen starts dancing across the page
a private pirouette, a solitary samba until
smiling, you’re beguiling as your love comes shining through.
the words become music and
the rhythm that you’re rapping gets your fingers tapping, too.
Your pen starts dancing across the page
a private pirouette, a solitary samba until
smiling, you’re beguiling as your love comes shining through.
